
Was there really a time when swingers imagined themselves in silk jammies chatting about Nabokov and Brubeck and the latest Cognac? No doubt. Ring-a-ding-ding. The right literary reference, the right hi-fi gear, and voilà: the freedom to go home alone, unswung, to a bit of light fiction, corny jokes and an airbrush that liberated the white-collar male from the uncomfortable burden of human curiosity.In other words, men aren’t fully human unless they pursue intimate relationships with women. Or, at least, straight men aren’t; I would assume that Leland doesn’t put the same expectation on gay men. Admittedly, heterosexual males have had more sexual freedom than others in most times and places. But feminism has rightly told women that they don’t necessarily need husbands or boyfriends to lead complete lives, and I see no reason to deny men the equivalent option. Attributing male fascination with erotica to laziness or cowardice, as “liberal” criticism of Playboy often does, amounts to reverse puritanism, which I find every bit as despicable as the usual kind.
Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 9:48 PM
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